My Doting Husband [BL]

01: Special Specimen

In a building painted with all white except for some rooms, a middle-aged man leisurely smokes while watching his desperate nephew. His black heart was already immune to his cries. No matter what the boy said, it sounds like wind passing by.

"U- uncle! Pl- please! You promised me that I have to do everything except this! Please, uncle! I don't want this!"

The begs and pleads of Hamada Yuki were being ignored. Hamada Kenji, Yuki's uncle leans back on the couch, staring down at him, who is sitting on the floor, rubbing his palm together, begging not to let him have s*x with the client.

Kenji leans forward, grabs Yuki's chin roughly, "Yuki, that's what I said before you reach 20. Now, you're already 22. Looking so beautiful and seductive, there is a long line waiting to get a taste of you."

Yuki's body trembles and he vigorously shakes his head. "N- no.. no... Please, uncle! J- just this! I'll do anything except this. Please don't do this to me!"

Tears fall down like a waterfall but it will never touch the devil's heart who is willing to use his nephew just for his own benefits.

Using his big and rough hand, Kenji combs through Yuki's long black hair. Since he was captured when he was 15, he never gets a haircut except for a little trim that prevents his hair from growing too long. Now, his hair almost reaches his hip.

Yuki is already beautiful as he is but with the long hair, it only makes him look prettier and it was also part of the client's request not to let him cut the hair to fulfill their kinky fetish.

"Ahh!" His hair was gripped tightly. "It's hu- hurt..."

"I've spent almost a million on you, now you said you can't do this? Then, do you have any other way to pay back my money?" Kenji tightens his grip on the lock of hair. Yuki can only shut his eyes in a grimace.

Kenji pats on Yuki's cheek, "Don't forget Yuki, you're my most important and special human specimen. No matter how many human specimens we obtained, it will never be the same. So, just do your job well, or else... you know what I'm gonna do to your parents' house." Yuki froze.

Kenji sneers. He knows Yuki treasures the house so much. The house that keeps thousands of memories of his deceased parents.

Once, Yuki tried to defy but Kenji had burned a whole photo album of him and his parents. Kenji even asked his men to turn the house upside down. Since then, Yuki has never tried to rebel. He doesn't want the only treasure he has to be destroyed.

"Be a good boy. It hurts for the first time but you'll gradually feel good. Don't worry. I'll ask them to treat you gently. After three of four people, you'll get used to it."

Tears never stop falling down and he trembles so much. He was almost out of breath from crying too much. His nose is red and there's even snort all over.

Seeing the unsightly scene, Kenji frowns. "Take him away and clean him. Give him the usual clothes."

The usual clothes; a big and loose white shirt and a fitted boxer that will hug his plump a*s tightly.

Prof. Alan, who is also in the room and watched the whole scene, moves closer to Kenji after Yuki has been dragged out of the room. "Director, are you sure about this? You know we still have other human specimens that we can use."

Kenji scoffs. "Yes, there are other human specimens but we need to start with the best one. Plus, those sleazeballs keep asking about him. So, we can't disappoint them."

Kenji crosses his legs, letting out a puff of smoke, "Yuki is like a diamond, very precious. The whiteness and pureness in him make people can't wait to taint it."

Prof. Alan nods agreeing. He once saw Yuki's mom's photo and Yuki resembles her a lot. "So, who gonna do the honor to get the first taste?" He asked with a sneer.

Kenji rubs his chin. "Let's give it to our future member of the House of Representatives (politician). He'll participate in the incoming election so let's give him some booster. Plus, he's the highest investor in our organization."

"Alright. I'll ask him to come tomorrow-" Kenji quickly cuts off Prof. Alan's words.

"No. Let's proceed tonight. The faster the better." Prof. Alan bows and exit the room.

With a sly leer on his expression, Kenji laughs out loud. "Soon, the whole world will acknowledge my power, my technology... I'll make sure they'll beg for it."

......

Yuki has been cleaned and given his usual clothes when he entertains the client. His fair and skinny legs can entice any guy who saw it. The tight boxer is too short and it looks like he didn't wear anything underneath the loose shirt. It was embarrassing but there's nothing Yuki can do.

Around 8:45 pm, Yuki was brought to a luxurious suite within the organization building. It was a suite prepared especially for VIP guest entertaining.

Yuki waits in the room anxiously. He doesn't want to do it but he also doesn't know how to escape from this hell.

He's pacing back and forth, trying to figure out an escape plan. He tries to look around the room if there's anything that acts as a weapon but nothing is useful. For sure, they have taken the precaution to prevent the human specimen from getting away.

Yuki rummaging the bathroom and still, nothing can act as a weapon. He stands in front of the mirror and suddenly an idea came. He takes the folded towel, wrapping thickly on his fist. Grits his teeth and shuts his eyes tightly, Yuki smashes the mirror, and the glasses are shattered into the sink and on the floor.

He quickly takes a step back. He already wore the bath slippers to avoid stepping onto it. Using the towel before, he pushed the remaining glasses into a corner under the sink and only pick the medium size one. He rips apart the towel and wraps half of the glass so it won't hurt his hand.

Locked the door to the bathroom, Yuki goes back to the bedroom and hides the glass under the pillow. Luckily he was a step faster.

The sound of the doorknob being turned makes Yuki's heart almost jumps out. Behind the door, it reveals a man in his early fifties, with a mustache, height between 173-175 cm, and weight around 80-90kg. Meaning, he's an obese old geezer.

The man gives him a lecherous look. The more he moves forward, the more Yuki distances himself.

Yuki stumbles on the bed, making him fall on the mattress. When the man started to take off his coat, Yuki shrinks his body, averting the lustful gaze.

Yuki flinches when the fat man touches his face.

"Yuki... I've waited for you so long. Since the first time I saw you, I've been desired you. Now, you're finally in my arms. I can't wait to taste every inch of you." His breath getting heavier.

The fat man quickly takes off everything leaving only his weird-patterned boxer. He pushed Yuki until he was lying flat on the bed. He sniffs on the crook of his neck, l*****g it all over.

Yuki feels disgusted. But he can't act now. He's lying in the middle of the bed so he's too far from the glass under the pillow.

Slowly... carefully. He moves towards the pillow. The fat man who was already lost in his l**t only thought Yuki wants to make himself more comfortable as they might get into the rougher part later.

His shirt has been unbuttoned and the fat man is latching on the two pink buds. As Yuki is the special specimen, the fat man sucks hard his n****e, hoping that something will come out.

Yuki clenches on the bedsheet. He feels like he wants to kill himself.

Without the fat man realizing it, Yuki swiftly moves one of his legs in between the fat man and his hand sliding under the pillow.

Yuki rubs on the fat man's crotch making him groan. The fat man closes his eyes as it was too much pleasure but suddenly his eyes bulge.

The beautiful leg that gently rubs his private part already kicks it hard. The excruciating pain can't even be explained with a scream. Yuki pushes him to the side and the fat man curls up, trying to hold the pain.

Yuki gives another nice kick on his crotch, which totally makes him immobile. Yuki goes beside the bed, on the floor, taking the fat man's tie. While the fat man is still weak, he quickly puts both of his hands on the back and ties them using the necktie.

Then, he takes off the socks that the man still wears. Crumples it and shoves it into the fat man's mouth.

He takes out the glass from under the pillow and puts it on the fat man's neck. Seeing the pain has slowly subsided, Yuki threatens him, "I need you to take me out. Don't do anything or I seriously cut here," He deepens the glass on the skin, making the fat man trembles.

Yuki drags him to the door and takes a step outside. The reason he didn't do it as soon as the man came in, is because his guards usually stand outside for about 30 minutes. After 30 minutes, thinking that their boss was already in the middle of enjoying himself, the bodyguards left.

Now, Yuki and his fat hostage slowly walk along the corridor. Taking steady steps, not too fast as he needs to watch out for his surroundings.

Yuki managed to get on the elevator but when he reached the ground floor, Kenji and a few men already waited in front of the elevator.

Trying to be calm, Yuki tightens his grip on the fat man, not letting him get away.

"Yuki, calm down. No need to act like this. I know you didn't dare to hurt anyone. Just let him go and go back to your room." With hands in his pocket, Kenji smirks. He knows that Yuki is a weakling and coward.

But Kenji forgets, anyone can change when the situation is forcing him.

"Step back! Or I'm gonna hurt him!" Yuki threatens.

Kenji chuckles. "Oh really? Then, let's see how you can hurt him."

Being provoked, Yuki lowers the glass until it almost reached the invisible collarbone. He dipped the glass deep into the skin and scratch it. Blood slowly oozing out.

The fat man trembles in fear. Even Kenji was surprised by Yuki's determined act.

"Now moves! Get away from the elevator." Kenji and the men move backward.

Yuki walks with the wall on his back. This is to ensure no one will sneak an attack from behind. Someone tried to make a move but Yuki quickly scratches the glass on the fat man's arm, letting out more blood.

They were taken aback and no one tried to make a move again. Yuki walks slowly with the fat man that only wearing his boxer until they're out of the building.

Seeing the special human specimen walking out of the building, Kenji clenches his fist.

"Director, shouldn't we go after them?" One of the men asked.

"No. Other people will handle them. He got nowhere to run." Kenji turns and walks to his office to make a phone call.